There was a mattress in the floor, one that was both terrifying, for how a prop shackle lay across it, and sweet, for how obviously nice and cozy the mattress was. Gray sheets covered it and there were fake candles around it. To the side, there was a painted picture.

Of me, as Mina, in the perfect effort to display mad obsession. A stuffed velveteen rabbit lay in the corner of the mattress, along with my favorite Rubik's cube. It was the kind of thing that was almost too real of a mad obsession display. My portrait was lovingly painted, carefully formed in his hand and Dorian had an unmistakable...